The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Alaric. The sound of your name, spoken by the constable’s sergeant with the flat, bored tone of a man reading a ledger, cuts through the damp air of the keep’s lower office. You are forty years old, and your knees ache when the rain begins, a dull throb that mirrors the hum in your left pocket. You hold a cracked bone charm, a sliver of old elk jawbone, warm to the touch and heavy with a low,...

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